The club president saw Zhao Rong fall and immediately came forward, politely helping him up. "Hello there," he said with concern. "How did you fall? Was it my powerful physique and commanding presence that startled you?" After speaking, the president thought to himself, It must be because I'm too handsome that this person fell to the ground.
Zhao Rong nodded awkwardly. Looking at the president before him, he said, "You're right. You are indeed tall, with an imposing look and a robust build..."
The club president laughed. "I know, I'm a handsome man. But being too handsome isn't my fault. My parents are very good-looking, so it's all hereditary, determined by genetics..."
When Zhao Rong heard the exceptionally ugly man in front of him confidently proclaim his own handsomeness, he was so shocked that he fell to the ground again.
